Crushed

The beauty of your smile,
The tenderness of your touch,
The heat of your desire,
The passion of your need,
All crushed beneath the weight of your words,
So harsh, so strong,
So voilent, so deeply voilating,
That while I smile,
While I love you still,
And kiss your forehead with tenderness,
And caress you with love,
My heart aches,
My soul worries with wondering,
What will become of us,
That you say you love me
Yet there’s that huge part of you that hates me,
The person I am,
Until I become the person you want me to be,
Until I become that, I am not whole to you,
I am not good enough to you,
I am a humiliation,
You do not say it often,
But you say it with such voilent passion,
That your anger grows and soars,
Til I am crushed,
Shattered pieces,
Yearning to be repaired,
By you…
Will I be ever whole again?
Will I remain?
Chrushed

The End
Wild Storm
4.08am 8th January 2008

I thought that I was in love with someone who loves me as I am.
I am finding out that perhaps he is in love with whome he wants me to become.

The fool I am I love him still. He will not let me go he says.

Am I making the mistake I swore I would never make again?

Hell if I know.

*sigh*

Gday all!

WS